Wordzzle - Sleeper (Part 5)

Here we are again for the Wordzzle, as ever set by Raven. This week my friend Argent has set the words, so I have made extra efforts to make sure I turned up with the latest instalment of my ongoing story.

And a bit of a change here, because all the previous parts of the story have taken place one week apart - but part 5 of the story takes place mere hours after part four. For a catch-up on everything that’s happened to date click on the links for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4

Words for this week's 10-word challenge are: corner, cold-stone, rolex, sole, effortless, raindrops, eyebrow, speaker, amusing, leapt

And for the mini: fluid, acreage, fasten, tripe, pages

Yet again I have gone for the 10 word challenge – hope you enjoy it.

Sleeper (Part 5)

Sophie sat on the cold-stone wall opposite the river and lit a cigarette. She raised a weary eyebrow, aware that the cigarette was her second failure of the day: third if you counted ever trusting Richard. If it were any other situation then it would be almost amusing, but the presence of the box in her bag made the laughter drain away.

She had checked the flat and Mark’s things were all gone. The two cases that had been jammed under the bed had been packed, the fallout from his rush scattered around the room like raindrops on concrete. Even the broken rolex had been retrieved from its place behind the fridge where it had lain like some bad joke for two years.

He wasn’t coming back.

No one had seen Richard at work. She’d tried his number again, but when the phone had been picked up the speaker had been one she had never heard before and had disconnected the line without answering her questions

Sophie took another long drag on her cigarette and tried to think. The large government building was in front of her, blocking her view of the river, so she stood, walked a few hundred metres towards the Thames and turned the corner so that she was following the river.

Richard’s flat was a short tube ride away and catching the connection was relatively effortless at that time of day: all the crush of the rush hour having dissipated. She was the sole person to depart the train two stations down and it was only a matter of minutes before she emerged at street level.

The street was strangely quiet: barely any traffic despite the area and her heart leapt as she caught a brief blur of movement inside the flat. Perhaps she was not too late

She took the stairs, too impatient to wait for the lift. She could hear the sound of muted conversation inside, but couldn’t make sense of the noise. She fished in her bag for the key he had given her and opened the door.

There was a flash of blue and two Policemen grabbed her, pulling her into the room. Before she had chance to struggle they had pinned her to the ground and were twisting the cuffs around her wrist. They raised her up just long enough for the familiar shape of Richard to scream into her face

‘Where is it?’ he yelled, ‘Where did you put the bomb?’